“Qoohhh aye, the lass... Aaahhh!" Uli exhaled as the warmth and wetness of the wizardess's constricting throat engulfed his shaft.

"She, uhm, she went up to her room, aaahh that's it! Needed to rest and all, something she ate didn't agree with her. Ye know how lasses get, eh?"

“Probably too much sausage," Jadrik grinned, enjoying his beloved slut's fluid stroking manipulations, “sometimes Shay just can't help herself. Believe me, I should know... But that's how she is: when she gets that hunger for meat, she just has to stuff her face with all the juicy Sausages she can get. As for your ridiculous undead attack," the warlock went on as he enjoyed a series of delicious twisting tugs on his spittle -coated shaft that let him know how much the wizardess had liked his naughty allusions, “the answer is no. Zombies are way beneath us. We let first-timers handle first-timers' stuff. Then again, you're so low on actual adventuring experience that you might even get something out of it after all..."

“You cowards! Shame on both of you!" Aldarius thundered while Uli's grin got wider as Shayla's avid mouth bobbed faster up and down his fat pole.

"I won't waste another second with the Likes of you! A young elven maiden has already been injured by the zombies! The peasants are facing the undead as we speak, risking their quiet, meaningless lives, and all you two can do is..."

“An elf lass!" Uli exclaimed abruptly, his wide cock twitching with excitement and spurting a huge dollop of pre-cum deep inside Shayla's gullet at the news.

“Wait a second... Are ye saying that there's a pointy eared lassie with these rookies fighting the zombies?"

“Yes, a young elven ranger who is extremely skilled with the longbow, apparently," Aldarius confirmed.

“She was wounded during the fight, Like many of the commoners of the village. I for one won't cower in fear in this squalid inn while good Gods-fearing men and women out there are dying in the name of..."

“Is she blonde? The elf lass, I mean," Uli demanded, suddenly very interested. Breathing hard as he pictured the object of his deepest and most arousing sexual obsession, the dwarf reached his coarse hands under the table and grabbed Shayla's black hair in his ham-sized fists, slamming her face roughly into his aching thickness.

"Tell me, laddie, I need to know! Does she have flowing blonde hair and long pointy ears and aahh... And green slanted eyes?"

“Well, yes, actually she does," Aldarius confirmed, surprised by Uli's sudden change of attitude, “at least so the pastor said when he described her to me before leaving in a hurry to go tend to her injuries. They found her unconscious in the fields, her clothes torn to shreds and..."

“Passed out and half-naked! That's grrreaaat!" Uli bellowed. He was now recklessly humping his robust dick into the wizardess's mouth, driven wild by the prospect of getting his hands on the one single female type capable of making him utterly and irreversibly pussy-frenzied: a blonde elf girl.

“Aaaghh, I'm gonna cuuum!"

“What?" Aldarius asked dubiously while Jadrik snickered and Uli grunted, shaking all over in his seat, a huge load of cum surging along his large twitching pole.

"You're coming to fight the zombies?"

“Ayeee! Aarrghh... I'm cummiiing!"

The dwarf's hefty boner was jammed deep inside Shayla's cock-milking throat as his potent ejaculation exploded in a massive, continuous geyser like spray of dense cum that plastered her gullet and splashed forcefully down her esophagus. Swallowing and slurping, glorying in the feel of Uli's abundant seed coating her tonsils and filling her stomach, the wizardess held the dwarf's throbbing column of meat inside her hungry maw until she was so starved for air that she just had to let his pole slip out of her oral cavity or pass out.

“Well, finally some enthusiasm for a worthy cause.. Aldarius mumbled, blinking in perplexity at a sighing and smiling Uli. Totally unaware that an ungodly amount of the dwarf's thick cum was sloshing in his fiance's tummy at that very moment, the paladin went on.

“Alright then, I'll go back and help the pastor mend this elf maiden's wounds. Can I count on you to come and help defend the village with me?"

“aye, Uli guffawed, huffing as he reached for his tankard, “just go along and I'll join ye soon. As long as there's an elf blondie involved, I can cum again and again, I swear!"

As Jadrik's snicker turned into a dopey smile at the feel of Shayla's insatiable mouth descending on his boner, Aldarius shrugged his armored shoulders and left. Shaking his head as he exited the inn, the knight murmured a prayer to the Gods of Light, asking for guidance and fortitude to bear with his misguided, confounding companions.

“Don't go too heavy on the heals on this pointy-eared lassie, though, ye hear?" Uli yelled after the paladin. As his kilt covered his swinging, still chubby dick, the dwarf jumped swiftly to his feet and grabbed his battle axe.

“As long as she's not dead, it's fine!" the warrior bellowed again, already stomping through the room. Jadrik could still hear Uli's hoarse hollers fading away in the distance as the dwarf rushed out the door and down the road in the knight's wake, unable to resist the call of sweet elven pussy.

“It's even better if she's unconscious! Pointy-eared bitches are a piece of work, they get all racist and stuff until ye ram a hard slab of dwarven cockmeat inside then tight Little slits of theirs!" Grinning as the thick-bearded warrior pursued his consuming obsession for elf girls, Jadrik lifted up the tablecloth and looked down at Shayla. Her puffy, amazingly talented lips were gliding up and down his boner in a slurping, avidly suctioning rhythm. She had both her hands buried in her crotch, one fingering her syrupy pussy and the other strumming her swollen clit as she bobbed her face ever more urgently on his erection, clearly hungry for his cum.